storms APRicochetMVP it is storming again. it has been for at least 2 or 3 hours. it is one of the most relieving storms ever. storms always cheer me up. the constant downpour, the thunder, the lightening, it all seems so perfect. it's really gonna cool things off around here too. i'm gonna sleep really good tonight. not as good as if she was here, but close. 050728 ... raze they keep saying we're going to get these violent eruptions of thunder and wind and rain. and then nothing happens. not even a light drizzle. i think a group of disaffected interns are hanging out in a board room, throwing darts at a synoptic weather chart, while the real meteorologists busy themselves with self_important cyclone stories. 220802 ... ovenbird It’s the middle of the night and there’s a storm outside and a storm in my head. Outside high winds are ripping at the trees, throwing branches against the side of the house, shaking my walls. Inside my skull a headache rages, whipping up fear. Intrusive_thoughts insist that this is a rare but serious side effect of a medication I’m on, which results in increased pressure around the brain. Before I wake I dream I’m in a restaurant waiting to be seated and I’m standing next to a closet door with wooden slats. Something inside is rattling the door. It swings open and a man steps out. He looks disoriented. He says his co-workers locked him away in the closet. I say, “that must have been lonely,” and he agrees that it was. I hug him and then I see myself hugging him from above, which is also when I see his skull split open and yawn wide to reveal a row of teeth. Then I wake to a headache and the wind rattling my windows. I wonder if I’m dying. (I’m always wondering if I’m dying). And I guess the answer is always yes. No one gets out of life alive. But I hope I’m dying very slowly and not imminently from intracranial hypertension. I try to talk myself out of it (the headache is bad enough to keep me awake, but not excruciating, I don’t have nausea or blacked out vision, there are a million reasons to have a headache). I take some ibuprofen, I drink a glass of water, I have a panic attack anyway. So I’m awake and it’s the middle of the night and I’m scared and alone and the wind is a wolf that wants to blow the house down and I’m here in an almost invisible corner of the internet because it feels like building a blanket fort and hunkering down with a flashlight while I wait for the storms to pass, while I wait for the morning when I can assess the damage and clean up the mess and say to all the people I meet walking their dogs, “that was quite the storm, wasn’t it?” 260407 what's it to you? who go blather from